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He washed all the road dirt from his face, from his neck Sat down at her table and she picked up his check And she took him home for reasons that she did not understand Him, he had the answers but did not show his hand 'Cause him he knew the taste of this wine very well It all goes down so easy but the next day is hell Morning "Man was I drunk," she whispered in the shower While he lay there and smoked his way through the final hour And she felt wholly empty like she'd felt it every time He was feeling just the same, he was trying to make it rhyme Time was of the essence so they both did their best To meet up in the kitchen feeling fully dressed She just had to go to work, he just had to go He knew where and she knew how to blow it off and so They shot the breeze quite cavalier to the boiling of the pot Sang the Instant Coffee Blues and never fired a shot Him, he hit the driveway with his feelings in a case And her, she hit the stoplight and touched up her face So you tell them the difference between caring and not And that it's all done with mirrors, lest they forgot SongtexteSaid it's all done with mirrors, of which they have none To blend the Instant Coffee Blues into the morning sun Aus Songtexte Mania